Released?” he said & stared at d tv probably wondering why he had not listened to today’s news, I had wondered d same earlier. “how come?”
“He was actually innocent sir,d real murderer was caught” His eye brows raised in surprise. “but that is not d problem. He called me just as I got home seeking forgiveness & wanting to know where I am
“he what? Haaa, people have no shame. So what did u tell him? That u would be going back there?” he asked not even giving me d chance to answer it one at a time
“No sir, how could i? I told him never to call me again”
“I wish I could strangle him for what he did to u” he said as he jumped up angrily
“strangle who?” this came from prisca’s mother & she had a worried look on her face. B4 I knew it, prisca was already in d sitting room looking puzzled & I knew I was d topic once again & sighed internally.
“Can u imagine? Belina’s father is already out of prison cos they found out that he really did not commit d murder & he had d guts to call belina asking for 4giveness”, Mr. Jegas said looking like he was about to search my father out & beat d living daylight out of him.
They were both quiet but their facial expressions were not palatable. I quickly lightened up d situation.
“It is not really a big deal, I told him that I don’t want to see him again & I meant it”, I said. Prisca looked white suddenly,
“hey, someone called me today & asked of Belina & I said u were at work, b4 I could ask who it was, he had hung up. What if that was ur father. He could trace u here”she said & while we were still processing that, we heard a knock at d door.
We were all puzzled cos no one should have been able to get to d door without us opening d gate. We were so scared & so we all went to d door even though dad told us to stay behind. We opened d door & speaking of d devil, we all stared at d plastered face of my dad.
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Richard turned around on d bed thinking about d one person that had stuck to his head like a virus. Try as he may, he hadn’t been able to purge her out of his brain. He thought about what she had been through & found it hard to believe that someone could go through all that & still be able to carry herself with dignity like nothing had happened.
He admired her courage & determination to bring d best out of her life & still found it amusing that she could look exceptionally pretty even when she was going through hell. He had felt at ease with her so much that he felt a part of her instantly.
He started comparing her with Tonia & mentally kicked himself out of it. Just then, he heard a knock & he was still wondering who could be visiting at 10pm when he opened d door. A scream from him followed,
“No u are dead”, he yelled trying to close d door. Tonia opened d door back,
“I am not dead, Richard”
“No…u,u are. You are dead. Oh my God, I am going crazy” he yelled holding his head
“No Richard, touch my hand & see that I am real”, Tonia said stretching forth her hand
“no, u died 3yrs ago, pls go, go, go…” he said & forcefully closed d door & locked it instantly.
He immediately ran into d bedroom shaking all over
“What the hell do u think u are doing in my house?” mr jegas yelled at my father immediately he set his eyes on him.
“Sorry for bothering u sir, I just must see Belina today”, my dad said without jittering.
“Well u would be sorry if u don’t leave now. How did u get past my gate by d way? Did u jump it?”
“Of course not, I met it open so I just entered”, he replied stiffly. Prisca’s dad laughed slightly,
“mr man, u better get d hell out of my house b4 I call d cops to arrest u for trespassing”, he said glaring at him.
“Darling, wait”, prisca’s mum was saying putting her hands on her husband’s shoulders.
“Stay out of this Lizzy”, he shot back at her. Prisca and I who had been standing silently were both taken aback when we heard him call his wife by her first name and by that we knew that his temper had risen to a dangerous degree.
Mrs jegas was not put back, she went to stand between the two men at war facing her husband. He stared at her angrily for some seconds and just like magic, he started relaxing then she said,
“come on, he is her father. Allow him”. He glared at my father then allowed him in. I kept my face carefully blank showing neither happiness nor anger at the sight of him and said,
“what do you want sir?”
“I need you to listen to me and when I am done, you can decide whether you would forgive me or not”, he said pleading with his eyes.
Prisca held my hand tenderly and nodded. I led him to the couch and even though he did not like the public discussion, that was what I offered him.
To be continued